The Clock

The Clock, an original Poem

Artist: composite by Kathy

an original work by Kathy

The Clock

break the clock –  inside you’ll find
all your years of wasted time.
through your fingers do they slide
with patient reason time shall bide.

shatter the clock with calm sublime
reclaim your moments of wasted time
through your fingers still they scatter
coax thy sanity – naught will matter

slippery feckless ever churning
flippantly reckless always burning
Father Time despises waste
spitting seconds in your face

clicking ticking on it goes
waiting patiently for deaths’ sweet throes
one shall never comprehend
time shall win out in the end

31. May 2014  by Kathy Jones-Boulier